A Black Rose
Peeling away crimsons petals upon this black made rose
Given unto myself long ago, amid a bouquet of thorns
A cold and bitter day within, the winter of my tilling youth....
Tears like blood dripping from cancerous roots
Its prevalent poisoned stem attached unto
My weeping Spirit ~
Crawling through the carnage of this carnal flesh....
Botanical biological bulimia, winding its way alongst
The metaphoric paths; these thickets wherein it thrives
Resolute arrangements, from the beginning of soiled time
Time, peeling away paragons petals laced in carmine....
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....“A Black Rose” ~
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